Wordsworth

Just me playing around. I didn't really pick any style. Consider this me just getting out of writer's block.

I once took a Walt(z) through the Frost(y) Silver(stein) tundra,

Hoping to find my (Heming)way as I was Cumming(s) and going. 

The cold air felt like Ten(nyson) (Mil)ton(s) of bricks.

But through these Long(fellow) and Wild(e) lands, 

I met those still yet encased in a Pound of ice,

All of us asking how we can Burn(s).

But as I sat by the frozen (B)lake,

Rumi(nating) while an Angel(ou) came to me

I finally understood Homer and the Odyssey,

Our Words(worth) ring loudest. 

Can you hear them?